Month: December 2015

So After seeing Star Wars : Th Force Awakens I left with mixed emotions about Finn, who up until the release was thought to be our be next Jedi.

I was a little disappointed when he wasn’t force sensitive, but still loved his character.

Not everyone did though, and that’s OK. I just don’t get some of the arguments I’ve seen online.

Multiple articles (I’ll probably post later, writing this from my phone) have compared him to Jar Jar in the sense of his uselessness, and even have gone so far as calling him a useless character.

I had a different theory.

I saw him as a parallel to Han’s character in the original trilogy, primarily in the sense of character arc.

This character is completely unlinked to the greater story but is thrown into this galactic conflict. He is a coward at the start of things, or at least he doesn’t realize he has the potential to be a hero.
He grows through the movie, finding something to fight for in Rey, the only person who believes he can do more (much like Luke’s argument with Han before he’d “left” before the climax of New Hope).
He wants to get away from something that dangers his life, (like Jabba to Han) but through being near other heroic characters like idealistic Rey (Luke) and trained freedom fighter Poe (Leia) he sees that individuals can make a difference.
Also we have to remember this is the first movie, and this was our introduction to him, we see him reluctantly answering the heroes call. I have no doubt he’ll become more hardened and responsible in the upcoming sequels.
It’s harder for us to relate him to Han because he’s not as much of a badass from the start, but he has similar conflicts. I enjoyed the humor, and he was essentially a slave who helped overthrow his masters which I think is pretty cool.

Anyway, I just wanted to vent a tad about that, and if you disagree, awesome! It’s one of the best parts of nerd culture to have opposing (but respectful) viewpoints.

Thunder between the ribs that trembles throughout, numbing every inch. I need air. You’re halfway through the desert, the next break taunting you from ninety minutes away. breathe.

I’m going to die at work. No you’re not.

I’m going to die, and crap my pants and that will be my legacy in this office, Chuck the pants crapper

Don’t panic.

Be like water, or a blue jazz night, or an overused meme. Don’t. Fucking. Panic.

You’re panicking. You’re panicking about panicking about nothing. You don’t deserve to panic, there are a million things in this world that can burn you, this? This you can put out.

I think the customer has given me their account twice already, I can only blame my computer so many times. I’m going to get fired, if I don’t pass out, if I don’t die.

When you come out of this, I want you to remember how much of a wuss you are.

How much of this was under your control. Maybe if you stuck to that whole not smoking thing, maybe if you didn’t chug your double black coffee like a dickweed, maybe if you scheduled a doctors appointment you could have avoided this.

Swallow the fire, finish the call, and get some air. This ends like it all ends, when you push through.

I mean, I am a PC guy, but Mac and book, and the fact that I haven’t blogged in forever, and also I still haven’t finished editing my book.

It’s punny.

So, there’s been a lot I’ve wanted to write about. Lets start with the awesome:

and also,

So, it’s official, I’m going to AWP.

I haven’t finished my run at the Plasma center yet, due to some health issues arising I’ve taken a hiatus. Thankfully there is this mystical thing called “credit” that I used to procure my room and flight.

I fear using money I don’t actually have, but the price of plane tickets just kept going up and up, so plastic saves the day.

Originally my girlfriend was going to come with me and just hang in LA while I walked the floor, meeting other writers and publishers. That didn’t work out though, due to the cost of travel and concerns about her work schedule. So it looks like I’ll be solo.

I’ve been dealing with some odd emotions since I bought the plane ticket.

Am I wasting money I should be investing into something else?

Am I going to have beta reading and more edits done in time?

Are my hostel mates going to have gas throughout the night?

Am I fucking nuts?

Why can’t I see that I’m a moron?

What if all my life, anyone who has told me that I can do this, that believe in me, are wrong?

I can’t answer any of them.

I want to publish my novel, but more than that I want to publish a good novel. I just have to keep pushing, keep writing, and, hopefully, keep blogging.